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[Damon is on the Plane again, looking a little disheveled. That, combined with a fading bruise or two, might indicate to those in the know that he's just been harassed by certain members of the Chancellery Guard. He doesn't seem terribly bothered by it though. Actually, he appears to be working -- but he isn't. Instead, he's creating a few very tiny security cameras for his own purposes.]

I suppose this is what I get for working up the nerve to confront the Castellan. [sighs] At least I can have a few moments of peace here...perhaps I'll have a few more in the Citadel once I'm finished with these.

[his next words are rather bitter] Let's see how you enjoy being watched constantly, Commander Maxil.

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No, I'm not spying on the Castellan. [there is an implied "yet" in that statement] Just Commander Maxil and the Chancellery Guard. It would be nice to get a bit of work done without surprise interruptions.

[Damon is reminding Braxiatel of the many reasons he absolutely hated his home planet.] I can see the cameras taking away the surprise part of it. Not the interruptions, however.

[he would be sorry if he knew, Brax] The surprise is all I'm worried about at the moment. If the cameras happen to catch something I can use to my advantage, then I might be able to do something about the interruptions later. [Damon is clearly not an Arcalian for nothing]

[Damon need not apologize for their entire society being made up of jerks.] Hence the miniature design. Hmm. [While he knows Maxil is still a Commander in his time, there's no reason that history can't change at least a little bit.] It's certainly worth the attempt.

[He would do it anyway. :|] I'm glad you think so. [pauses] Is there anything I can do for you, Cardinal Braxiatel? I would at least like to repay you for this, if nothing else. [gestures at the gel]

You saved the Doctor's life. I think that's payment enough for the centuries.

[oh look, Damon is actually blushing now] I may have helped him, but I hardly saved his life. I couldn't take the credit for that even if I wanted to.

[It's rather refreshing to talk to people who are capable of blushing. For some reason, most people whom he now knows don't.] You helped him, then. Or is that too much for you as well?

[He doesn't do it terribly often (though he might, if Brax keeps this up), so savor it while you can, Brax. Damon shakes his head, though, and his tone is proud now.] No, of course it isn't. I did try to give him any assistance he needed, and I don't regret it for a moment.

[smiling] I'm not an Inquisitor, Damon. You needn't defend yourself to me.

I'm sorry, it's a habit these days.

The Capitol can have that effect. At times I wonder why I ever stayed.

[curiously] Why did you stay?

So I could leave, when I was younger. So I could be free when I got out. And, when I was older... loyalty. To my ideals and to my home. [Braxiatel half-smiles. It is nostalgia. His eyes are on another horizon.] I was never really willing to give up on Gallifrey.

[Braxiatel's attention turns back to Damon, still half-smiling at a private joke.] Hope, I suppose. Hope is what kept me there every time. The expectation of a better future can lock you up more easily than any Captain or Castellan.

[Damon processes that, then softly;] I think I understand how you felt, Cardinal Braxiatel.

You'll have to decide for yourself if that hope is worth staying for. Keeping in mind, perhaps, that it's easier to leave than to come back.

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